| Well before she came along he was lonesome onry and mean | 
| It was his way or the high way | 
| But she had a way that hed never seen | 
| Hed been livin hard and fast | 
| All his takin was takin its toll | 
| And it took a good hearted, hard headed angel | 
| To help him gain control | 
| He wore his own kind of hat | 
| And for that folks called him an outlaw | 
| Well some even cussed his name | 
| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw | 
| He strummed the beat of a different drum | 
| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was | 
| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one | 
| Except for Jessie | 
| Well she never tried to change him | 
| But she loved him and gave him a son | 
| And that ain’t easy with a honky tonkin man | 
| Makin music on the run | 
| And Lord knows she was a good wife | 
| Always good at findin ways to right his wrongs | 
| She was the love of his life, the inspiration for his songs | 
| He wore his own kind of hat | 
| And for that folks called him an outlaw | 
| Well some even cussed his name | 
| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw | 
| He strummed the beat of a different drum | 
| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was | 
| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one | 
| Except for Jessie | 
| He wore his own kind of hat | 
| And for that folks called him an outlaw | 
| Well some even cussed his name | 
| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw | 
| He strummed the beat of a different drum | 
| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was | 
| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one | 
| Except for Jessie |